[Master P]
Yo C-Murder
Nigga you woke?
(Coughing) Keep your eyes on the road nigga.
Pass the weed (ok)
We gon' head up interstate 10
We gon' pick up Pimp C, and Bun B (that's my niggas there)
We gon' get rowdy rowdy and bout it bout it
We gon' handle our business
We gon' smoke
We gon' make it back to the N.O.
Cuz u know whut?
Us South niggaz don't playa hate
We got love from the South, the East, to da West, to the Nizorth
But it's your time baby
We gon' handle our business
And we gonna do this shit like g'z
We gonna represent to the dizend
Ya heard me?
[Pimp C]
This game fucked up
I ain't got no friends
And I done spend my last 70,000 dollars on a drop-top bienz
Uhhh, and I'm a trill nigga
Down to put the .45 to his Hilfiger
Lay it down muthafucka 'cause I'm bustin' for mine
Take that iron everytime and I ain't tryin' dyin'
Niggaz dyin' in Port Arthur (huh nigga what?)
Still thank that I'm playin? (huh nigga what?)
Bust 17 times to let 'em feel what I'm sayin'
UGK and C-Murder
Cadillac and the Tank (Master P)
Bout to fade to platinum
Smoke some dank and some drank
Your bitch luv me when I come to your city
Serve my dick out her pussy
and bust my nuts on her titties
Uhh, it's just a matter of time before I'm up in your house
With my mask on my face and my thang in your mouth
Now get your mind right nigga (mind right)
and make a pimp rich
and never put trust in no trick ass bitch (trick ass bitch)
[chorus x4]
I'm fin' ta pull akickdoe! (ugghhhhhh!)
Lay down on the flo' (flo')
Want the cheese and the money or everybody gotta go (gotta go)
[Bun B]
They tried to run up in the manger (run up)
Da home of Bun B
I see me P and C in danger (danger)
Just like the ATL, Phiz H, and Texas Rangers
Fuckin' with me and my middle fanga.
But to this shit nigga we ain't strangers
We got calibers and magnums
Gotta gage these pistols
Hand grenades, and land mines
choppers rifles and missiles
Some of them bitches whistle
Some of them bitches silent
But all them bitches handle they business
All of them violent
Bout it bout it and dangerous
soldiers that wanna gang with us
Bang with us, hang with us
get that No Limit slang with us
I came to bust every ass in my way till it's over
so get the chip off your shoulder
fix ya lip I done told yah
we hold ya hostage in ya own apartment complex
Nigga I can see that you got plicked
Sit down and take a time check
this ain't nothin' ta sneeze at
the fear in your eyes I see's dat
bitch where's the key's and the g'z at?
[chorus x2]
[C-Murder]
Lay it down muthafucka
Everybody gotta go
Give me the loot is what I tell 'em
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